above the sky

Such a promise was enough, and Ian saw Elder Pude's solemn expression softened.

"The clan can't give you anything anymore."

When the young man heard it, the old man sighed: "You have an inheritance and the ability of a prophet. I am afraid that your strength is not inferior to mine - if it is not for your age, you are now enough to walk on this land and roam alone."

"I can't restrain you either. In the final analysis, the family has not given you much. For you, the future is probably still a package burden..."

It's not that they sold miserably, Elder Pude thinks so sincerely-especially since he knows that Ian's uncle in the last two years is likely to be that adult...

"The same blood is the most basic interest, not to mention that we live together, and you have spent decades twisting everyone into a rope."

Shaking his head slightly, Ian also greatly admired the old man in front of him.

Not to mention the cooperation between Elder Purd and Viscount Grant to determine the status of the White People in Port Harrison, he also mediated many disputes among the White People through his personal authority, and established strict but not harsh clan rules, so that the White People could go from loose to loose. The family has become a very cohesive family organization.

Bai Zhimin’s shop has certain discounts for the same clan. Usually, you can go to the Elder’s Hall for treatment if you have minor injuries or illnesses. If it is too serious, you will definitely have to pay for it, but if it is just an ordinary diagnosis, you will not be worried about the pharmacist deliberately treating the disease. Talk too much to cheat medical bills.

This kind of tacit mutual assistance, as well as the friendly atmosphere within the clan, is obviously not something that can be done with words.

Elder Pude must have worked hard back then, and even personally executed and dealt with many people before he completely set the tone for this rule and atmosphere.

For Ian himself, the speed may not be faster, and the effect is unlikely to be better... Why did he give up a family with great potential, and he already has a certain status and authority, and he is still the default heir in the future, so he has to start from zero. start?

What Elder Pude said didn't help him much, he was referring to personal strength - and what Ian wanted was not personal strength.

what he wants to do...

"elder brother?"

At this moment, Ellen has also completely woken up.

He opened his eyes, looked around, and saw that Ian had come back. He couldn't help but jumped out of the chair, "I'm back!"

"Well, I'm back."

Opening his hands, Ian took a deep breath. He wanted to hug Alan, but he was hesitant when he realized that his clothes were covered in half-hearted blood.

But Ellen jumped on him without hesitation: "I want to!"

Without much force, it was like a small ball of cotton softly - and the blood on his face when he raised his head made Ian sigh deeply: "Hey... Forget it - Elder Pude, there is a face wash here. towel?"

"Have."

After some tossing, Ian bent down and wiped Alan's little face clean. During this process, the boy was always good, but kept his eyes wide open and stared at Ian seriously.

"It's time to go home."

After wiping, Ian got up and took Ellen's hand.

"Thank you elder for your care." He bowed slightly to Elder Pude: "I may be busy recently... Viscount Grant, please excuse me."

"I will." The old man nodded, watching the two brothers holding hands, slowly walked out of the room and down the stairs.

"Brother, where is uncle?"

"Uncle... went a long way."

"Like, like before, it will take a long time to come back?"

"Longer and longer...probably never come back."

"forever?"

"Ah, I haven't taught you this word yet..."

"Brother, you seem to be a little sad..."

"Just a little sorry."

"..."

Their voices gradually became lower and farther away, and Pude watched their figures disappear downstairs and greeted the guards.

They left the Elder Hall and walked towards home.

Leaving from the window, the elder sat back in his chair.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose and fell into deep thought.

"The Prophet...the Prophet."

He murmured to himself: "In indigenous legends, there are often legends that shamans who foresee the future guide the tribe forward - I thought it was a coincidence in the past, or it was strengthened with the blessing of psionic plants. Shaman psionic warning alert."

"But the natives predicted the coming of the big storm two years ago, and arranged the right strategy... Now that I think about it, if Ian was not also a prophet and intercepted the natives with that adult, I am afraid that Harrison Harbor would really be broken. ."

Now that Ian is the prophet, all the coincidences and inexplicable things in the past can be explained instead.

"Foreseeable Futaba..."

Opening his eyes, the eyes of the old man of the white people became solemn: "In any case, we have to consider how to obtain this 'indigenous sacred object'."

"I didn't want to have extra troubles, but now that I think about it, this may be an opportunity to strengthen Ian's psionic power and lead my clan to regain glory."

Chengdong, home.

When Ian took Elan home with a calm expression and closed the door, he knelt on the ground without warning, gasping for breath.

"elder brother?!"

Ailan looked at Ian who suddenly collapsed in surprise. He wanted to get up from supporting him, but was pushed away by his brother: "Don't come close... Pour me a glass of water... No, a bucket of water."

The little boy always listened to his brother's words, but this time he was a little hesitant, but in the end, seeing Ian's expression of enduring the pain, he left quickly and hurriedly scooped up water.

"Cough cough... what the hell is going on..."

Seeing his brother leave, Ian turned completely sideways and lay on the ground, his muscles twitching slightly.

Breathing vigorously, from the moment he talked to Elder Pude, Ian felt a hot tremor coming from his heart, and then transmitted to every part of the nerves of his body, bringing the feeling of being scorched by flames. Terrible pain.

The ancient dragon core that Hilliard left to him released a kind of warm heat, supporting the body that had not eaten food for a long time and experienced fierce battles to move normally.

There is nothing wrong with the core itself. Everything before Hilliard left was perfect. The source quality of the same family of Fudo Fortress and the words and deeds over the years made Ian feel that this was integrated into himself very quickly. Physical, the last legacy of the teacher... The problem is really not at the core.

but the nerve itself.

"It's me... because of the nerves damaged by the Soma kernel?!"

The Soma Kernel is a high-concentration neurostimulatory substance that is more stimulating than the neuro-activating drugs of the previous Space Marines. It is not addictive, and the price is terrible toxin side effects - even if Ian's source species, Sand Armor Rock Core and Hilliard continued to detoxify and repair, and his nervous system still suffered extremely serious damage.

But now, those damaged nerves have largely returned to normal, and after a month or two of waiting for repair, he will be able to return to a full state when he perceives an abnormality.

But now, there is another force that is activating Ian's nerves, causing boundless pain to come.

"Wait, don't tell me..."

At this moment, for Ian, time seems to have turned into a frozen segment, he opened his eyes wide, watching the rainbow-colored brilliance gushing out from his body, spreading: "It's that chip... teacher's Your Majesty, the legacy of the late Emperor Inaga..."

"Is it connecting with my nerves?!"